man sitting on chair controlling bus

It was 85 degrees in New Orleans. The humidity made its presence known. Two miles into a 3-mile hike, I decided to board the trolley. I boarded. Bought a day pass. “My man,” the driver spoke to me, “where you going?” I told him I just wanted to ride and get some shots up. He said that’s cool but he was about to park the trolley for 20 minutes. “Can I get a shot of you?” I asked. “All day.”